Let me see... hmmm... Okay! To begin with, thank you very much to everyone who commented, favourited or read! :) Very much appreciated.

Okay, notes for this chapter... hmmmm... okay, the middle names I've given for Edgie and Feenie. Edgie's is obvious, it's his dad's name. Phoenix Ashley Wright... Well, you know how much capcom like their puns so... sort of a pun. :P A Phoenix rising from the Ashes.
And there's a line in this that I included because I was pretty much dared to include it in a non-comic fashion. Aaaaannnyyywaaaaayyyy...

The main characters belong to Capcom. Ms Waterhouse... well, she doesn't exactly belong to me. She's an elderly version of someone I know. =P

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"Daddy, can Mr Edgeworth stay with us? He can be my new mom!"

Phoenix and Miles could only blush and giggle at each other.
"C'mon, if you're the same Miles Gregory Edgeworth that my same Phoenix Ashley Wright told me about, then what's the problem?" she persisted.
"We don't know if he still is..." Phoenix sighed, "He left me to find himself and we can't exactly say I haven't changed either."
Miles was hurt that Phoenix seemed to feel this way.
"It's getting late, maybe I should go to the Gatewater," he muttered very quickly, "Or better yet, I'll call Gumshoe to pick me up, he won't mind..."
"Miles, come back. Stay here tonight, we can... get reacquainted..." he smiled, somewhat deviously. Without much genuine warning, he launched himself on Miles and forced an earth shattering kiss upon him.
For the moment, Miles was consumed by conflicting emotions. He'd longed for this. Just not in these circumstances.
As soon as he felt Phoenix's tongue penetrate his mouth to dance with his own, one emotion took charge: Anger. He slapped Phoenix then dashed for the door.
"You have changed," he panted, "Into a sleazy bastard!!!"

He stormed out and ran through the urine soaked apartment block hallway, down the even dirtier stairway.
At the third floor, he stopped. He leant against the wall and covered his mouth with his hand to try and stop his lips from quivering.
Why hasn't he stopped me? a nagging voice pleaded in his head.
He punched the wall then angrily pulled his cellphone out of his pocket. He flipped it open and dialled.
"Hey pal, you booked into the Gatewater yet?"
"No, Gumshoe," he sighed, "Change of plan. Can you come get me?"
"The cars kinda full, pal... you do remember how many suitcases you had, right?"
"Dick, I want to go home now."
"All right, pal," he sighed, "You'll have to sit on something though."
"That's fine."

"Hello, Mr Edgeworth!"
"Maggey," he nodded, "Where am I sitting then?"
Maggey patted her lap.
"Jesus, you're not the first person to make that sort of offer today," he sighed, manoeuvring himself onto her lap without hitting his head on the roof of the car.
"Let's go then," Gumshoe sighed, "Anyway, what's up, pal? You seemed darn right frazzled on the phone."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Right..."
"It has nothing to do with Wright!!!"

"..."
"Okay, pal, how about we turn on the radio?" he sighed, twiddling the frequency dial.
"I looove you, baaaaaby!" the radio sang.
Miles switched the station angrily.
"I can't liiiiiiive if living is without yoooooou!"
And again.
"The sun ain't gonna shine anymore... when you're withooooouuuut looooove!"
Once again.
"I. Hate. Everything about you!!!"
"That'll do fine!" he huffed, folding his arms.

The journey dragged by. Especially for Maggey, who learned that Edgeworth was quite fidgety when angry. They arrived at his house at around 10 PM. The Gumshoes helped him drag his suitcases inside then left.
"Ah, young Miles!" a little old lady cheered, shuffling over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Ms Waterhouse, it's good to see you," he replied. This woman was his tenant and he'd paid her to look after the house in his absence. She enjoyed cleaning and knitting, so the place was exactly the same as he'd left it: apart from a couple of things that were now covered in charming cosies.
"I'll put the kettle on and get you a nice supper!"
"Thank you, Ms Waterhouse, but I'm not very hungry."
"Oh poppycock!" she chuckled, shuffling into the kitchen, "You're a growing boy!"
"I'm in my mid thirties..." he sighed.

"You've hardly touched your food!" Ms Waterhouse gasped, as Miles got up from the dinner table to go to bed.
"I just really want to go to bed..." he sighed.
"Oh, you young people today!" she laughed once again, "Well, if you won't eat dinner, could you at least drink some of this to get your spirits up?"
She placed several bottles of wine on the table. Miles' eyes glittered.

That night, accompanied in his room by only the half-finished bottles of wine and his thoughts, Miles "celebrated" his homecoming by choking on sobs and masturbating furiously in the corner. Sitting on the floor, pyjama trousers pulled down to his knees, occasionally knocking his head on the wall and sweat dripping all over, he couldn't decide who he was most angry with, Phoenix, for behaving the way he had, or himself for getting so upset about him. The decision dissolved from important or coherence as he jerked himself into a stupor.